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"Business isn’t good? Or are you saying I’m no good?" Xia Zheng raised his eyebrows.

Shopkeeper Wu had not spent as much time with Xia Zheng as Shopkeeper Liu had, so naturally, he did not understand Xia Zheng as well as Shopkeeper Liu did. If Shopkeeper Liu were here, he would have realized right away that Xia Zheng was actually just teasing Shopkeeper Wu for fun.

Lin Yuan pulled Xia Zheng aside, laughing, "Enough, stop teasing Shopkeeper Wu. Today is a rare joyous occasion, and yet you insist on scaring Shopkeeper Wu witless."

Xia Zheng giggled and, indeed, stopped talking.

Shopkeeper Wu secretly wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, feeling a pang of awe.

They all used to envy old Liu for always being by the Boss’s side, but now they finally understood what he meant by "accompanying a monarch is like accompanying a tiger.

" This Young Master really was a Little Tyrant.

From now on, he decided he would just stay put at the Fragrant Full Building and not covet the position of Shopkeeper at the Fuman Building, it was absolutely terrifying.

Lin Yuan and the others were talking in the second-floor corridor, choosing a vantage point that allowed them a clear view of everyone in the three-story building.

Suddenly, Lin Yuan spotted a somewhat familiar figure, raised her hand to point at the man, and asked, "Shopkeeper Wu, that man, who is he? "

Shopkeeper Wu was still recovering from the recent scare and had not yet fully collected himself when he heard Lin Yuan’s question.

Hastily following her gesture, he looked over and replied with an "oh," "Oh, that person, his name is Jin Can. Don’t be fooled by his lack of family background or wealth, but he is quite famous in Yecheng. Boss, you know, this man has an amazing tongue. Give him a dish, and he can immediately tell you what spices were used. Moreover, he can discern the strengths and weaknesses of various dishes. Many of the restaurants in Yecheng both fear and favor him; they fear the unfavorable things he might say, yet they’re delighted because if you invite him to eat, he can casually critique others without fear of offending. As a result, many restaurants deliberately send people to invite him over to their rival’s place for a meal, then have him point out their rival’s shortcomings. "

"Oh?" Lin Yuan, quite interested in the man’s tasting abilities, raised an eyebrow and teased Shopkeeper Wu, "Shopkeeper Wu, have you ever invited him to eat across the street?"

Shopkeeper Wu chuckled awkwardly, clearly not needing to articulate an answer.

"Did it yield any results?"

Shopkeeper Wu pursed his lips and shook his head. "I had someone invite him specifically to eat dishes personally prepared by the master chef of Drunken Immortal Residence. That fellow, from the beginning of the meal to the point of licking his plate, only uttered a single word."

"Which word?"

"Good!"

Lin Yuan frowned. She had witnessed this Golden Tongue’s talents on her first day in Yecheng, which is why she was so interested in him.

The fact that he said the word "good," and even licked his plate, indicated just how extraordinary the mysterious chef in the black cloak at the Drunken Immortal Residence must be.

"Shopkeeper Wu, come here." An idea suddenly flashed through Lin Yuan’s mind, and she whispered a few instructions to Shopkeeper Wu.

Xia Zheng, puzzled on the sidelines, looked at the Golden Tongue, then at Lin Yuan’s expression, and quickly grasped what she intended to do.

In the hall, Jin Can accepted a friend’s invitation to taste the newly introduced hotpot at the Fragrant Full Building; tasting was just an excuse, in truth he had no Silver and this happened to provide the perfect pretext to enjoy a hearty meal.

"Brother Jin, what do you think of this hotpot?" The middle-aged man treating him to the meal was a boss from a small tavern in Yecheng. Although he knew he couldn’t hold a candle to the Fragrant Full Building, he couldn’t help his curiosity, and brought Jin Can here to taste it himself, so he could lose with grace.

Jin Can placed a piece of boiled dried tofu into his mouth, chewed it thoughtfully for a while, then smacked his lips before saying, "This must be made from tofu, and this one too."

Jin Can picked up some bean curd skin with his chopsticks and dipped it in the hotpot, then picked up two paper-thin slices of mutton, swishing them in the soup instead of boiling them like everyone else.

The small stove underneath the hotpot was burning fiercely, and it didn’t take long for the mutton to turn from bright red to tender pink, and slowly to the color of cooked meat.

Seeing this, Jin Can quickly pulled his chopsticks back. Without even pausing to blow on it to cool, he stuffed it into his mouth, exclaiming with pleasure.